slow to unveil the night's soft hued and hushed sound;
the new moon once silent; awakens from slumber to rebound
Heard a tinkling fairy noise; a magical mystical riff
raised my eyes to a crescent; the quiet begins to lift
suddenly a sliver of a silvery-orange broad-beam smile
a brief ecletic cresting flash; the dusk revels awhile
Hearts fill with anticipation, the waxing of the celestial candle has begun
full of promises to come; our intent and hopes that we've already won
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My Dearest Chiccoreal,I can see every part of this poem in reality as you have smartly put this together well as the dusk falls upon the retiring day...very nice one indeed...enjoy as well(+)
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